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< >Danny Deever<br>Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)</P>
< >"What are the bugles blowin' for," said Files-on-Parade.<br>"To turn you out, to turn you out," the Colour-Sergeant said.<br>"What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on-Parade.<br>"I'm dreadin' what I've got to watch, "the Colour-Sergeant said.<br>For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play,<br>The regiment's in 'ollow square -- they're hangin' him to-day;<br>They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away,<br>An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.</P>
< >"What makes the rear-rank breathe so 'ard?" said Files-on-Parade.<br>"It's bitter cold, it's bitter cold, "the Colour-Sergeant said.<br>"What makes that front-rank man fall down?" said Files-on-Parade.<br>"A touch o' sun, a touch o' sun, "the Colour-Sergeant said.<br>They are hangin' Danny Deever, they are marchin' of 'im round,<br>They 'ave 'alted Danny Deever by 'is coffin on the ground;<br>An' 'e'll swing in 'arf a minute for a sneakin' shootin' hound --<br>O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'!</P>
< >"'Is cot was right-'and cot to mine, "said Files-on-Parade.<br>"'E's sleepin' out an' far to-night, "the Colour-Sergeant said.<br>"I've drunk 'is beer a score o' times, "said Files-on-Parade.<br>"'E's drinkin' bitter beer alone, "the Colour-Sergeant said.<br>They are hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark 'im to 'is place,<br>For 'e shot a comrade sleepin' -- you must look 'im in the face;<br>Nine 'undred of 'is county an' the regiment's disgrace,<br>While they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.</P>
< >"What's that so black agin' the sun?" said Files-on-Parade.<br>"It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life, "the Colour-Sergeant said.<br>"What's that that whimpers over'ead?" said Files-on-Parade.<br>"It's Danny's soul that's passin' now, "the Colour-Sergeant said.<br>For they're done with Danny Deever, you can 'ear the quickstep play,<br>The regiment's in column, an' they're marchin' us away;<br>Ho! the young recruits are shakin', an' they'll want their beer to-day,<br>After hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'. </P>
< >《丹尼·笛福》<br>(英)拉迪亚德·吉普林<br>胡桑译</P>
< >“为什么吹响军号,”列队接受检阅的士兵们说。<br>“让你们集合,让你们集合,”上士说。<br>“什么让你脸色看起来如此苍白,如此苍白?”士兵说。<br>“我害怕将要看到的,”上士说。<br>他们正要绞死丹尼·笛福,你可听见哀乐正在奏响,<br>一大群士兵在空旷的广场——今天他们要绞死它;<br>他们解下他的扣子,砍掉他的衣带,<br>要在清晨绞死丹尼·笛福。</P>
< >“什么让后排的人呼吸艰难?”士兵说。<br>“是刺骨的冷,是刺骨的冷,”上士说。<br>“什么让前排人跪倒?”士兵说。<br>“摸一下阳光,摸一下阳光,”上士说。<br>他们要绞死丹尼·笛福,围着他行进,<br>在他的棺材边停下,棺材在地上;<br>半分钟后他要被一颗偷偷摸摸的子弹追上,在空中摇摆——<br>哦,他们要在清晨绞死丹尼·笛福!</P>
< >“他的小床是不是右手边在挖的那只,”士兵说。<br>“今夜他将永久地露宿,”上士说。<br>“我喝过二十次他的啤酒,”士兵说。<br>“他将一个人喝他痛苦的啤酒,”上士说。<br>他们要绞死丹尼·笛福,你们把他带到他的位置,<br>因为他射杀了一名熟睡的同志——你们该看看他的表情;<br>这是他郡县里的乡亲和广场这群人的耻辱,<br>他们要在清晨绞死丹尼·笛福。</P>
< >“为什么太阳下去如此黑暗?”士兵说。<br>“这是丹尼在与生命殊死搏斗,”上士说。<br>“是什么在头顶呜咽?”士兵说。<br>“这是丹尼的灵魂在逝去,”上士说。<br>他们已经干掉丹尼·笛福,进行曲正在奏响,<br>士兵们列成纵队,行进而去;<br>呵!年轻的新兵在颤抖,他们要去喝今天的啤酒,<br>在这绞死丹尼·笛福后清晨。<br></P>
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